Today’s “Word of the Day Challenge”: Accidental.
sunlight from the east
this accidental beauty
such a lovely day
As I wrote this post, Bill Wither’s “Lovely Day” came up, finishing up my last line.
May your Monday be, well, lovely.
Category: Haiku
I adore the simplicity, as well as the challenge of Haiku. The constraints focus my mind, seeking out the essence of the moment, feeling, notion, distilling it to brilliant singularity.
Bees on the flower, tonight’s Haiku
The grace of daylight
From the sky across the leaves
This dance of the bees
Walking in the evening light, a bee moves from petal to petal. Summer moves forward.
Summer’s Flowers
Sunlight between rains
And entertaining the bees
Watching the clouds pass
Walked in Port Townsend today. This was song the Larry Scott tail. I was experimenting with some of the camera’s presets and built in functions.
The Scent Of Rain
As the sunlight fades
Comforting darkness flows in
With the scent of rain
It’s set to rain overnight and into tomorrow. Many of the Seattleites I know are ready for a bit of cool rain. I know, we’re a weird lot. When everything is green it feels the most like home.
Keep Breathing
Keep breathing deeply
Listen to the birds singing
Sunlight upon trees
Life’s tensions overwhelm at times. Remember to stop, focus on breathing deeply,controlled. Today, while doing this, the bird’s singing became vibrant. It’s what’s really important in life.
Plant Power
eating the sunlight
exhaling life-giving stuff
giving us flowers
A rainy Seattle night
summer’s rain
beautiful scent of earth
renewed
Outside I hear a rumble, then the familiar tapping sound of rainfall. I love the scent of rain falling after a hot day.
The Heat of Summer
I really appreciate that Fandango picked up the theme of Word of the Day challenges. Today’s word is “finish”.
The heat of summer
I long for it to finish.
I do love autumn
Space Dance: A Haiku
beyond the sky’s edge
light dances in the darkness
such graceful motion
The photo is from NASA’s Hubble telescope. I fell in love with all things space as a young boy watching the lunar landing. It seemed natural to pen this haiku as I looked upon this image.
A Night Haiku
Footsteps in gravel
A presence hidden by night
With sublime motion